Devils Bride (REBOOT)
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{UNDER MAJOR CONTRUCTION}Maisha Larianna Lewis never wanted anything more than to see her deceased mother again, but that was before a strange man began invading her dreams. Mais world begins morphing rapidly into a nightmare. Now the only thing she wishes for is solace from the terrible feeling that something bad is bound to happen. As haunting as the truth about who the man is, it is not worse than the fate that Mai must cope to understand. It is up to Maisha to seek out the truth when it seems that all around her is endless darkness.
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